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@rivenreborn
@gaysjureido I mean say it to my face? Or are you a coward too, hmmmm?
You all are a fucking joke LMAO.
hi it’s gaysjureido since u blocked me on my main i’ll just rb is here. ur a wackjob who is getting bent out of shape over someone’s opinion abt makeup of all things and you are a nasty person who needs to get a life LMAO it’s really so tragic you make me laugh
Back at you, homophobic piece of trash.
oooh name-calling. how very middle school. and im a lesbian you weirdo LMAO
@gaysjureido I mean say it to my face? Or are you a coward too, hmmmm?
You all are a fucking joke LMAO.
hi it’s gaysjureido since u blocked me on my main i’ll just rb is here. ur a wackjob who is getting bent out of shape over someone’s opinion abt makeup of all things and you are a nasty person who needs to get a life LMAO it’s really so tragic you make me laugh
*throws ball of yarn*
The Ahamkara watches the yarn bounce, and then roll a few feet away from her. Her tip of her tail taps against the ground, and she looks back to the Guardian, yellow eyes narrowed.
What is that for?
@ender-the-hunter
moodboard.
@rivenreborn
luxextenebriis:
@rivenreborn
Stretched out in a recliner on a sleepy afternoon she enjoys a quiet moment with her family. It’s a good day when she is exhausted and her adopted daughter is quiet. Mithrix snores where she has curled up with Celty. Arwen herself has spent hours drifting in and out of sleep. But even barely awake, she knows when something is off.
“Don’t even think about it.” An eye cracks open to where Riven is poised to bat at red hair and pale freckled cheeks. Her wife sleeps on, unaware of the furry bundle of chaos above her. Arwen gestures her over. “C'mon, you can sleep with me if you behave.”
I do not need sleep, Riven replies, one paw still lifted with the intention to bat at the sleeping woman. Claws unsheathe ever so slightly; if she swings now, it will certainly sting, but not cause any actual harm. A moment passes, and the claws sheathe, and the paw lowers to the armrest, away from Celty’s face. The cat curls her tail around her forepaws, and narrows her yellow eyes at Arwen.
You always spoil my fun. She shifts, stands, and then crouches before making the leap to where Arwen is resting. Since she can’t hit Celty, she takes a swing at Arwen’s jaw instead, though her claws are sheathed. It’s more of a gentle bat than a strike, and with that out of her system, she takes a seat on Arwen’s chest. Does that count as behaving?
ender-the-hunter:
“Huh.” He says in response. He thinks over this as he enjoys the artificial meal. Riven is oddly coy and playful. Undoubtedly wise beyond measure with a frieghtening amount of cunning at her disposal. But overall the hunter feels strangely at ease around the creature.
He cuts off a cat-sized bite of the meat and tosses it at her paws as he resumes petting her. “You are well aware of how most Guardians feel about you. You sold me food so my opinion of you is pretty high.” He admits, taking another sip of wine. He taps the Ahamkara bones strapped to his arm. “Besides. I was reborn way after the Great Hunt so you’re kinda my first experience.”
With a start, he realizes how bringing the living Ahamkara’s attention to the dead Ahamkara on his arm might have been a tad disrespectful. “Oh yeah. This is Temujin. Don’t worry he’s actually appreciative of me carrying him around rather than just leaving him in a pile someplace. Trust me. He whispers.” He explains hastily.
Riven is quick to snap up the morsel, the little piece of meat disappearing into her tiny jaws in a fraction of a second. She lips her jaws, and then settles next to him once more, purring contently. She listens to him talk for a moment, her only noise the continuous purring in her throat.
Not just the Great Hunt. I was never under threat of that, but I can’t imagine that Guardians would be happy to know that I’ve come back after they spent so much time killing me, she says. Though I am not that same Riven, not really. I am... something of a clone, I suppose. I have some of the original’s memories, but this is a newly formed body.
Her eyes drift to the Ahamkara bones on his arm, and she actually rolls them in reply to his explaining. Please. I don’t care about other Ahamkara. None of us really do. They die, and live on in their bones, so really, it matters little if they die. I just got lucky, since those Guardians took my heart to the Techeuns.
ender-the-hunter:
The Hunter raises an eyebrow. Skeptically, he raises the glass of red liquid to his lips. It is indeed fine red wine. He then removes the cover from the plate, half expecting a half-burnt piece of bloody cow to be on the plate, he is relieved to see a hot, eight-once sirloin. As he cuts it open, pink meat is revealed, letting out wisps of steam. He’s honestly surprised at the result, after hearing so much of the sour deals Wish Dragons have been known to grant. “I can’t believe I just used an Ahamkara as a vending machine.” He says.
As he digs in, he grants the feline the attention she is obviously longing for with a plethora of strokes down her dark fur.
“So…” He says, putting the first tender bite into his mouth. “Is the cat thing for fun or are you laying low after Queen Mara brought you back from the whole raid-thing?”
Riven lies down next to Ender, and begins to groom her paws again, claws unsheathed to spread her toes out. She watches him eat for a moment, tempted to steal a morsel, but she resists. She’d already fed off of his wish, his desire, and indulging in physical food is just a simple pleasure she doesn’t need.
A bit of both, she says, dropping her paw to the ground, and lifting her backend so that she can stretch her back out with a wide yawn. She settles once more, stretching her back legs out to the side. I am well aware how Guardians feel about me, and Queen Mara knows too. I’m keeping a low profile for now, but I also simply enjoy being a cat. Or a dog. Or an Awoken. All forms I enjoy, besides any of my more dragon-like forms.
ender-the-hunter:
Taking Riven’s hint, the hunter places his hand atop the feline’s head and runs his fingers behind her left ear, scratching gently. As he pets the small sooty creature, he takes a moment to contemplate his next words.
Hear me now, oh deathless Riven. Your mind, a thousand voices given. Grant me now, for this eye of glass, cooked flesh of bovines fed with grass… Let the skin be charred, and seared by knife. While the hot meat within bleeds with what once brought it life… And to me, in a glass, grant the richest of wine; made from crushed crimson grapes, plucked then fresh from the vine… I wish for this fine, simple meal if you will permit it. For this I’ll trade the eye and the knowledge within it. The hunter let’s the words drift out as smoothly as he can manage. Once satisfied, he reclines in his posture awaiting the Ahamkara’s response.
Riven is silent for a moment, before making a strange noise, like a laugh. She is clearly amused by his way of wishing, and she rolls away from him before striding a few feet away, her tail held up and curved towards her shoulders. She turns to face him, sits, and then lifts one paw, claws extended. She takes a swipe at the air, and waits.
Slashes appear in the air between them, like tears in the very fabric of reality, and with a sound like a shriek, a covered plate appears, and a glass filled to the brim with red wine stands next to it. She rises to her feet again, and trots back to the Guardian, purring as she rubs against him.
Your wish is granted, Lightbearer. Enjoy.
ender-the-hunter:
The hunter sits down beside the feline Ahamkara, knowing it would be wise not to attempt petting it as he would with other cats. I know you feed off of wishes. It’s how you hunt. I’m just looking to play this safe by asking for something small so you don’t eat my Light. He ponders a little more. After a moment, he makes his offer. The hunter retrieves the eye of a Vex Hydra from his vest and places it before the cat. It has a few terabytes of Vex knowledge on it. This enough for a steak and a glass of wine? He asks.
I don’t eat Light, Riven says, her tone suggesting that the idea is absolutely preposterous. She inches closer, stretching out so that she can run her head against his arm. She is always happy to receive attention without doing anything insidious to those who do. She enjoys being petted as much as any other cat, after all.
When he drops the eye in front of her, she rises to her feet to inspect it, sniffing it curiously. She bats at it for a moment, letting it roll away before pouncing on it to stop it. Maybe. We’ll see. I will give you a small hint... I play with the spaces between words. That is where I get my enjoyment. Keep that in mind, when making your wish.
lightvoices:
☼ - The Speaker walks back into the Observatory after leaving the meeting with the Queen and her daughter, trying to resist the urge to yawn. Such meetings are always boring, but necessary. After all it is important to maintain diplomatic relations between the City and the Reef.
He leaves the meeting early, letting Zufash handle some of the diplomatic talk. His daughter must learn how to stand on her own, after all, and she can’t rely on him being around all the time. He trusts she can handle herself with grace.
What he does not expect is the cat standing on the desk when he climbs the stairs into the study, batting things around and just generally making a mess of things. He gives an amused huff as he walks over to the desk, shaking his head and laughing softly. “Well hello there, little one,” he says to the cat. Unlike many of the Tower’s cats, this one is unfamiliar to him. “I haven’t seen you around before.”
He picks up a few things off the floor that the cat has knocked down, luckily none of them are broken. He slowly holds out a hand to the cat so she can inspect him, not making any sudden movements so to not scare her away.
Riven freezes mid-swipe towards something that was definitely breakable when she hears the Speaker make his way up the stairs. She lowers her paw from the object, and sets her sights on something not to breakable to bat at. She would like to at least get this off to a decent start before she potentially breaks something of his.
The cat meows in greeting, and she sits down on his desk, tail curled around her legs. She watches him with curious eyes, her gaze hinting at an intelligence that is not seen in an ordinary cat. She does not yet speak, though, not wanting to give herself away when she has no chance to slip away just yet.
When he reaches out to her, her ears go back slightly, and she gently bats at his fingers, pretending to be uncertain of his approach. After a moment, though, she sniffs him, before happily slinking under his hand to seek out his attention, purr-meowing quite loudly.
@ender-the-hunter continued from here
The cat continues to groom herself, her attention focused on her paws as she runs her rough tongue over the black fur that covers them. Her tail lazily thumps against the ground. She lets him stand in silence for a few moments.
That is for me to know. But if you are so worried, why make a wish at all? she asks. Her grooming stops, her paw lowers to the ground, and she peers up at him with bright, yellow eyes. If you wanted this wish so much, wanted this hot meal so much, does it really matter?
Would you consider a Dragon-Wish for a single hot meal to be a waste of your time?
The black cat blinks slowly at the Hunter from where she lies, the tip of her tail gently tapping the ground. She yawns widely, showing off her sharp teeth, before turning her attention to her paws, beginning to groom herself.
No, she says through a telepathic link. No wish is too small for me. A wish is a wish.
@ender-the-hunter
[ Forms of Riven that will appear from time to time! Cat!Riven is the most common, but Riven also likes being a dog and an Awoken, and ofc her various dragon-like forms ]
therachis:
Attentive as always, Jolyon inclines his head at the creature stretched up his leg. There is a beat where he simply smiles at her, continues dragging the rag along the polished barrel of his Supremacy; her voice rings clear in his mind, and he can’t stop himself from laughing.
“Yes, Riven. I know. Give me a moment.”
With great care he sets the dismantled pieces of the rifle aside and leans down, hooking thumbs under her tiny arms and lifting her to his shoulder so that she can settle herself in the feathered mantle of his cloak as she had asked. She is warm, unnaturally so, but he welcomes the sensation of it along his aching neck.
“I’ve a gift for you, little one. Here.” From his pocket he fishes a wrapped parcel and deftly unties the knot, revealing several brightly-colored star-shaped tidbits. “Purchased fresh from the market this morning. I do hope you’ll forgive the lack of fish today, but I didn’t make it to the rivers before dawn.”
Her meowing ceases the moment her back paws leave the ground. Claws extend again as she reaches his shoulder, and she is quick to take up her favourite spot in his hood. She curls up there, head on his shoulder so that she might watch him work, and she purrs and purrs, the sound like an engine in her throat.
She squints, content with her place in his hood. It is one of a small handful of her favourite spots. Sunbeams rank close to his hood, as does Mara’s lap. The only place she likes more is when the young Princess carries her around in the front of her sweater. It is the warmest, and thus, her most favourite. But Jolyon’s hood comes with another plus: food.
Food is food, she says, and stretches her neck out to snap up the tidbits from him. Fish is her favourite, though she does not actually need to eat food to sustain herself, but anything Jolyon gives her, she will happily eat. Once she has finished eating, she is back to resting her head on his shoulder, eyes almost closed with content. Thank you. Your treats are a favourite part of my days. Though, I do hope there will be fish next time. I quite enjoy fish. And Queen Mara does not like me catching them from the ponds in the Palace.
To show her appreciation for his gift, she begins to groom him, running her rough tongue through the short hair behind his ear. Her eyes are still narrowed with happiness. Any desires you wish me to hear? Any wishes you want me to grant, dear Jolyon?
@lightvoices
Riven didn’t expect to end up on Earth. Certainly not the Tower, but yet, here she is. Princess Ronja is privy to her presence, but before she could chew the beast’s ear off for sneaking onto the ship, Queen Mara had pulled her away to attend the meeting that they were here for. So, Riven is left to her own devices. A few people pet her as she slinks through the Tower, wholly unaware that she is something more than a black cat.
She finds the alcove that belongs to the Speaker and his apprentice after half an hour of wandering, and she trots up the stairs to explore, rather curious. She won’t be alone much longer, she thinks, but no one will suspect her. She’s just a cat in their eyes, after all.
She leaps up onto the table covered in datapads and books and delicate things. Little paws bat at the things not held down, toying with them in boredom while she waits for the Speaker or his apprentice to return. She has not gotten a chance to toy with the minds of Guardians in a long time, and what better way to do it than go all the way to the top to find some fun.
@therachis
Plaintive meows fill the air as a black cat approaches Jolyon. Her tail held high and curled at the end, she meows and meows to get his attention, her bright yellow eyes on his hood. If he does not immediately give her the attention she seeks, she rears up on slender legs, and sticks her needle-like claws through his pants to knead at his leg, still meowing at top volume. Then, and only then, does she speak through the telepathic link she can use with anyone she wills.
Your hood, Jolyon, she says, still meowing with earnest. I want up.
[ OwO who wants a thing from the cat-dragon? specify in replies if you want pre or post-Forsaken Riven ]
